Good Girl Gone Bad のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Blood trickled from the split corner of Zeus's lip. A gash ran deep across his forehead, fresh crimson sliding down his temple, pooling at the edge of his jaw where it crusted over in dark streaks.His boots hit the pavement in a steady rhythm, never breaking stride.Cars zipped by on the crowded road, headlights slicing through the dark like knives. Pedestrians shoved past each other on the sidewalk. The moon glared down in the middle of the night, turning the air thick with exhaust and chatter — horns blaring, tires hissing over asphalt, voices overlapping in a constant roar.Zeus kept his eyes straight ahead, cutting through the press of bodies without a glance.Women in a business suits paused mid-step, their eyes flicking over his bloody face before they hurried on. Two guys in hoodies leaned close, muttering under their breath as he passed, afraid to event meet his gaze.He caught every word. But he was too occupied to even care.One thought looped in his head, sharp and relentle

SAOIRSE.“Saoirse…”His voice cut through the roar like a knife.Not the fire devouring the hospital walls. Not the screams echoing from under twisted metal beams. Not my heart slamming against my ribs, begging to break free.Just Zeus.My name on his lips.I stumbled forward. My feet dragged against the harsh uneven ground, each step heavier than the last, like the ground itself didn’t want me to move forward. Smoke curled around me, clinging to me, choking me, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. My eyes were locked on him — on the way he stood in the middle of the chaos, unmoving, like everything burning around us meant nothing.Like the chaos didn’t touch him.As if the world had already ended for him.And cradled in his arms—Aofie.Air caught in my throat, sharp as broken glass. No. God, no. He looked so small No, not hurt — something deeper, something worse. As if my chest was splitting open from the inside.He looked too still.Too quiet.“No…” The word slipped out before I could

The rain slammed down, pounding the pavement, soaking Saoirse through in seconds. Her shirt clung to her skin, heavy and cold, but she didn't stop. She couldn't. Each step splashed water up her legs, her shoes slipping on the wet street, but she pushed forward. Away from him. Away from the truth he'd just thrown at her — the truth about her parents, her brother, all of it tied back to him.To the man she'd loved. The man who had destroyed everything.Her chest burned but no tears came. She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms. If she stopped walking, she’d shatter right there.The rain got worse, blurring the streetlights into yellow smears. Her hair whipped across her face, stinging her eyes. She didn’t know where she was going.Just away. Her breath came in sharp gasps, legs shaking from the cold, but she kept moving. One foot, then the other.But strong arms locked around her waist from behind, stopping her from her tracks. They were tight and desperate. She knew it

"Zeus and Lennox are still crawling all over the place, Boss. We can't patrol the area without drawing fire."The voice crackled through the earpiece, tense and low, cutting through the salt-heavy wind whipping off the east shore. Black-clad figures moved like shadows on the water, their boats and small yachts slicing silent paths through the dark waves. Flashlights swept the surface in arcs, engines idling to a hush. They searched. Relentless. From the luxurious massive barely lit yacht, a single red ember glowed. Massimo stepped forward, the tip of his cigar flaring as he drew deep. He had waited here for hours, boots planted sturdy in the deck, eyes locked on the chaos unfolding miles out where explosions still lit the horizon like dying fireworks. Gunfire popped faintly in the distance. Bodies filed up. The Trojan Covenant tore itself apart, limb by limb, just as he planned. But it’s not dead yet. A slow, serpentine smile pulled at his full lips, carving shadows across his ch

“You don’t get to die yet, Saoirse.”The voice cut through the darkness before her eyes even opened. It was low and controlled.The kind of voice that didn’t need to shout to be obeyed. Light burned through her eyelids next. It was too bright and too sudden.Saoirse flinched, her fingers twitching against something rough beneath her palms. Her breathing turned shallow.Her lashes fluttered open. At first, everything was just white. Blinding and blurry, shapes bleeding into each other. Her vision struggled, forcing clarity where her mind refused to catch up.Then he recognizes a figure. A man.He was standing too close. Watching her. Her heart skipped once, then slammed hard against her ribs. The man slowly came into focus.The man—Massimo Mancuso—exhaled, a breath he’d been holding for far too long. His shoulders dropped just slightly, but the tension never fully left him.“You’re awake.”It wasn’t relief. Not fully. It sounded like confirmation. Like he had been waiting for this exac